Living the Fantasy that is World of Warcraft

“Helper Zwingli”

Now, the title I’m wearing “Farmer Zwingli” is highly appropriate. I can honestly say that I spend most of my time farming up veggies, hunting up the meat, and making the Pandaren Treasure Noodle Carts.

Now, for those interested, there are purely mercenary reasons for doing this. The Frostwolves use an ELP…EKG…DLP…Some sort of thingy that allows raiders to gain points. Based upon their number of points they have access to special items AND they can use spend these point on LOOTZ!!! One of the way you gain these points is by getting raid materials together, and the aforementioned carts are one of those items that we can turn in to gain points.

There’s only one problem…

I’m not a raider!

I’m sitting here with the most point of any person in the guild, and I’M NEVER GOING TO TURN THEM IN!!!

“What a waste of time,” you may say.

I think not.

You see, here’s the thing. We all play for our own particular reasons. Some play to raid. Some play to rp. Some play to socialize in /gchat.

I would guess that there are as many reasons to play WoW as there are players.

For me, it’s all about helping.

I’m not saying I’m being altruistic. It doesn’t mean that other’s aren’t helping. It means that this is the way that I’ve found that I can add the greatest value to the guild that I can. While I’m a solo player, I really want to be a help to my guild.

What do I get out of it? I’m glad you asked. I get my strokes from it.

1) It feels good. Please understand, this is a pretty nice reward in and of itself. I feel like I’m adding something positive.

2) I get a kick out of Navi mentioning it in vent. I’ve asked about giving my points to other raiders, but she put the ka-bosh down on that idea quickly.

3) It gives me a reason to log in, even if it is just for a few minutes to harvest my crops.

And, 4) if by some random chance RNGesus allows me to raid, get a normal Garrosh kill, and that beautiful BOA Bow drops (heck, I’d be happy with the Flex version)…I’m sooooooo spending all of my points on it!

Again, I think we all have our reasons why we play. For me, I want to help out my guildies as best as I can, given the play time I have.

What about you? Why do you play?

Z

P.s. Please send your prayers and kind thoughts my way. It’s only a month before I report to COT for my 5 week introduction *cough* to USAF life as a Chaplain. I’m giving my 4 weeks notice at my job (yes that’s a thing), selling our house, trying to get into better shape (10min mile, here I come!) Things are winding down here at an atomic pace. This will be the first time I’ve been separated from my family for any length of time. I just want everything to go as smoothly as possible.

Disclaimer: Sex is part of this post.If you, even remotely, have the capacity of being offended, please don’t read. I believe that most will find this mild by most standards. While for me it is a stretch; I’m more of an old fuddy-duddy than most. Just saying, be forewarned at the potential discomfort; and possible offense that one might find.

Z

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Khesed had had sex before.

It wasn’t a taboo subject in Blood Elf culture as it was in others. He even remembered one of the first time his dad brought it up.

He was about to go out with this fine looking Huntress. She was a sight to behold in her tight leathers. Pulling her bow taught, he could see her finely tuned muscles rippling. Her animal companion was some sort of big cat she tamed in Darkshore. He was never really interested in the cat, just her.

Dad said, “Son, I want to talk to you about something. I know you’re going out tonight, and I know you’re probably going to find yourself in a position to copulate with the young hunter.”

Dad was a mage. It was always embarrassing when he used stuffy words like “copulate” instead of something more main stream. At least he didn’t say, “whoopi or wanka-wanka”

Khesed said, “I know dad. We already went over the protective enchants to make sure no diseases pass, and to keep her from getting pregnant. Gah!”

“Yes son, but I wanted to talk about your expectations.”

“What? What do you mean by that?” Khesed actually looked interested in the conversation.

“Well son, it goes like this. I don’t know one Blood Elf male that doesn’t believe his is the Nether’s gift to Maiden kind. He mistakenly believes that he’ll ‘go all night,’ ’till the break of dawn,’ ‘rock her soxors,’ ‘ride her hard and put her down wet’ and other such nonsense.

Let me tell you now, you’re gonna have the stamina of a wet noodle.”

Khesed turned a bit red, but respectfully continued to listen.

“It’s kind of like that cannon ride at the Darkmoon Faire. You know the one, where they shoot you out, and you try to land in that floating circle in the water.

You wait and wait and wait, to finally get in. There is this initial explosion of excitement, BAM off you go. You’re flying high for a moment, not able to believe the heights of exultation you’re experiencing…and thirty seconds later…there’s a splash and it’s over.”

The younger Khesed rolls his eyes.

“Son, you need to hear this. I don’t want you and/or her embarrassed by the end of the night. You need to learn a little bit about foreplay. I know your mother likes it like this: start off slow, maybe do a little bit of…”

“DAD! OH MY GOSH! WOULD YOU SHUT UP ALREADY!”

Khesed remembered bolting for the door to get as far away from that conversation as possible. Some things a young man just should never hear…much less get a mental picture of.

To his dad’s credit. He was right.

He knew he was in trouble when the young hunter brought out a bull whip and said, “The safe word is ‘Whoa Nelly!'”

He tries not to think very often of that experience.

Then there was the Priest…or, he should say the Shadow Priest.

They were definitely having sex, almost violently so.

He could never be sure, but he always thought that she Mana Tapped him during every climax she obtained.

To say that he was drained at the end of the experience was an understatement.

But, Alienna was something different. As he would later reminisce, this was the first time he had ever truly made love.

They were slow, but not because it was planned. They just enjoyed every inch of each others bodies. He didn’t want to forget anything. He drank her up with his eyes and with his lips. He wanted to remember every part of her, from the tip of her horns to the edge of her hoof. He was oh so gentle with her tail, knowing it to be a rare pleasure for any male to be able to caress it.

She returned the favor, making the night a long and pleasurable experience for both of them.

They acted as one in every movement. Their bodies collided, not violently, but in a melody of sublime intricacies. Every move was in sync with the other. Every rise and fall a heavenly cadence.

There was no taking, only a giving upon the part of each other. Each desiring to serve the bodily needs of the other. They were so in tune with each other that as they climaxed together, they no longer could tell where one person began and the other ended. They were one.

That night, Khesed knew that he had fallen in love with Alienna. Not a Draenei, not an Aldor, definitely not a Spacegoat. A man and a woman, finding completeness in the arms of the other.

Khesed was willing to do anything to be with her from that day forward.

It took a few days for Khesed to recover. Once he replenished his own inner fortitude, he could finally heal himself.

Those few days gave him some time time to think. Krum and Xexell came by a few times to check on him…and laugh at him. Rightly so, it seems.

He had gone into battle distracted. He had proven to be a liability to himself and his comrades. He had gotten hurt, and could have been killed. This can’t be allowed to happen again, plain and simple.

Looking at himself in a mirror, he speaks to the open air.

“I need to see her again. I need to talk to her, even if it is just to lay it all to rest. I mean, come on. It isn’t like this can actually happen! She’s an Aldor, I’m a Scryer. I’m a Blood Elf. She’s a Draenei. If anything, we’re more likely to kill each other than actually love each other. I’m sure she isn’t feeling any affection towards me!”

Khesed waisted most of the day around his quarters. He ate something. Tasted like fish, but he couldn’t remember enough to tell you later. He waited for the time to pass, for the evening to arrive. Around early evening, he made his way to the World’s End Tavern.

The night was still young, so not many patrons filled the seats as of yet. An amplified voice filled all of Shattrath, “Elite Tauren Chieftains playing at the World’s End Tavern in one hour! One hour until the Elite Tauren Chieftains!”

“Great!” Khesed thought to himself. “The tavern is going to be packed tonight.” He ordered a glass of wine from the barkeep, and sat down at a table in the corner. “I wonder if this will be a draw for her, or keeps her from showing up tonight.”

He noticed Kylene making her way around the few patrons who made their way in thus far. She was not only a barmaid, but a great cook as well. Khesed had gotten more than a few tips from her during his time in Shattrath.

He waved her over, “Kylene, good evening.”

“Well hello there handsome! Desire a second glass of wine before you finish the first, eh?”

“No, not yet. Though, I’m certain a second will see this table before I’m done. No, I’ve a question for you.”

“What is it my boy. But make it quick, people are coming in.”

“I’m looking for a Draenei woman, one I had the honor of meeting a few weeks ago. A little taller than I, swept back horns, lighter colored hair, eyes a man could get lost into…” *cough* “Sorry about that.”

Kylene couldn’t help but smile. “A bit smitten, are you?!” Now she let out a pure giggle of glee. “I’ve seem more than one Blood Knight fall for one of those wagging tails!”

Khesed’s face went from tan, to pink, to red…which made Kylene laugh all the more.

“Give me a second Khesed, I know the one you speak of. I’ve seen her in here almost every night for the past week. Seems the Aldorks were doing some work amidst the bird people up in the hills a week or so ago. She was in here, asking about you! I could hardly believe it. A squid asking about one of our pretty boy pallies!”

Khesed’s eyes widened more than a bit. He could feel his heart rate quicken. “She was asking about me? Did she seem mad about something? Did she look like she wanted to see me, or kill me?!”

“Cool it, meat shield! I asked around about you, and Krum told me about your injuries. I mentioned that to her a couple of days ago, and by the old gods she actually seemed worried about you.” Shaking her head. “Never saw that coming.”

About that time, Kylene’s eyes made their way to the door. “Hey goldilocks, look at the piece of spacegoat that just walked in.” She smiled at him, patted him on the back, and waved to a certain Draenei motioning her to come over to Khesed’s table.

Khesed was almost too afraid to lift his head up to look. This is ridiculous! He had taken on everything from Ogres to Pit Lords! He should not be afraid of one Aldor maiden!

Looking up, his breath caught in his throat. He was stunned by her sheer beauty. The elegance of her body. The way she floated across the floor to his table. Her face was flawless, her lips full, her eyes deep pools to get lost within.

She smiled as she saw him, but then a look of uncertainty swept across her face. Almost looking embarrassed, she made her way to his table.

Kylene let out a burst of laughter, startling them both! “Oh, by the gods you two. You would think that you weren’t both adults! Here, let me start this off.

I bet you don’t even know each other’s names, right? Ok, so… Khesed, this is Alienna, priestess of the light. Alienna, this is Khesed, Blood Knight and Shieldbearer of the same.

I believe you two have something to say to each other.”

And with that, Kylene walked off in the midst of the growing crowd.

“So…Uh… Hi.” Khesed could have smacked himself in the face with a battle mace.
Alienna smiled, “Hi. Um…How are you feeling? I heard that you got hurt”

“I’m doing well, thank you. The Ogre that got me didn’t fair to well, though. A couple of my friends beat him down, and lit him up like a torch.” Khesed smiled and Alienna gave a soft laugh.

A- “Friends are good to have in times of adversity, yes?”

K- “Yes, I agree. They are beyond their weight in gold. So, how have you been doing? Has it been three weeks since we last met?” Khesed had an involuntary choking sound escape him at the thought of their last encounter. His face reddened again.

Turning red as well, Alienna said, “I’m doing well, thank you. We had to deal with some of the Arakkoa a week or so ago. Not to hard to handle, but I found my own head wasn’t all quite there.”

“Me too!” *cough* “I mean, I found it hard to concentrate in our battle with the Ogres for some reason. It’s the main reason I found myself injured. It was quite embarrassing, to be honest.”

The crowd kept growing, and the band was setting up for the show. People were jostling each other as it became tighter and tighter.

Alienna swung around the table to sit next to Khesed as the throng of people grew.

Their hands lightly touched each other, and neither one of them made an attempt to retract their fingers. Soon, both of her hands were in Khesed’s palm, with is other hand lightly stroking the top of them. The band began to play, starting out loud and strong, yet neither of them seemed to notice. Both were lost in the face of the other. They drew closer together, now their hands, forearms, and elbows were touching. His foot lightly made it’s way around hers, calf meeting calf.

Getting up as one, they made their way to the barkeep. Paying for a room, they made their way upstairs.

They may not know where this was all going to end up. But they knew where they both wanted to be tonight.

For those wondering what actually happened, here is the slightly longer version.

As most of you know, I’ve been trying to get into the United States Air Force for over a year now. I’ve faced more than a couple of “hiccups” along the way. As of a month ago, things began moving relatively quickly.

I finally passed my medical! Remember, the big thing holding me back was some dental work. Well, after about $13k worth of work and healing, I made it through.

Next was a back ground check. There was a little bit of misunderstanding between what my local recruiter was supposed to do, v. what my regular CO recruiter was supposed to do. On top of it, my CO recruiter was out of office, which left a TSgt responsible for collecting my documentation.

Well, it turns out that when my regular recruiter got back, the TSgt left for a week of prep-work to get ready for a MSgt exam! Oh, and all of those pages and pages of documentation that had been sent his way? Well, it was locked up tight on his computer! My local recruiter had to send it all back to my regular CO recruiter. Thankfully, things got done in a hurry.

Now my packet had to “get signed by the general.” Granted, I didn’t know who this general was, but I was under no illusion that my packet would be at the top of his things to do. My CO recruiter said that it might take a week or two, if no hiccups came along (see: TSgt away at exam prep). Still, that put the two week limit in the middle of the week my family takes off for vacation.

You know those vacations, don’t you? They are the kind where you go see grandma, and grandma doesn’t have any wifi set up at her house. You know the one. The one where your fancy-pants iPad becomes useless, because of the said lack of wifi. The one where all you have is two out of five bars on your smart phone, unless you hold it up at the right angle to get 2.5 bars.

Surely, you’ve been on those vacations!

I find myself having some “ETT*,” when I get a call from my CO recruiter late on Monday afternoon!

“Hey, Z! I’m going to email you the Letter of Acceptance right now. You don’t have to return it immediately. Tomorrow would be ok.”

Me – “Wait, what? I have to print it out and mail it back?” Hoping that my mother (grandma to my children) has ink in her 10yr old printer.

COr – “No, SCAN IT IN, and email it back to me tomorrow sometime.”

Me – Did I mention the 10yr old printer? “Sure thing. I’ll get it done, and emailed off to you tomorrow!”

I’m thinking to myself – surely there is a Staples, Kinko’s or some kind of office supply/printing shop in this small town?!

And the answer is?

…

…

No.

No there isn’t.

You know what there is?! There is a library with a very liberal computer policy, and a laser printer. Yeah…and it closes in 30 minutes!

My phone dings that familiar “just got an email” ding, and we are all heading off to the library (and ice cream at the local DQ afterwards).

Get there in time to print the bad boy out…and stare at it for the next hour. I forego the ice cream for some water-downed lemonade. I gotta get in better shape!

You see…THAT was it. That single piece of paper.

It had three _________ places for me to write things down. The first being, “When are you able to begin your active duty? ______” The second being, “Sign your complete name here: _________________, and Date: _________”

Three little blank, underlined spaces and my life is signed away to Uncle Sam for God and Country.

My wife and I spoke to some length that night about when I could reasonably go on active duty. This was a real choice for us.

Actually, my CO recruiter had mentioned that that was the last real negotiable thing I had. That I could take as much time as I needed to finish things and end well with what I’m currently doing.

My wife and I have spoken about this quite a bit, but now the paper was in front of us. It was real. Paper and ink, right in front of me.

By 10:00pm Monday night, I had placed the preferred starting date, and signed and dated the document.

That was my contract. That was the agreement. That was my “name on the dotted line.”

Woke up the next day. Got back over to the public library, where it cost me $1.00 for them to scan the document and email it back to me.

A quick save to drop box, and I’m emailing the signed document back to my CO recruiter. By 4:00 that afternoon I received a congratulatory email from my recruiter. He informed me that my packet was over at placement, and that I would be hearing from them at their earliest convenience.

So now…I get to wait some more. 🙂

But, that is ok. I know that the slots are open for me to go active duty during this fiscal year. I know that they desire to have me on board. Now, I’m just taking the time that is allotted to me and finishing well.

One thing I’m looking forward to is my “swearing in.” For enlisted, it is done at MEPS. For me, it seems I get to put that together on my own.

I know, weird. Still, it gives me the chance to have significant people in my life as a part of the ceremony. As far as I know, all I need is another Commissioned Officer (of any branch) and a US flag, and I should be good to go. Instructions concerning the ceremony should be coming with my eventual paper work, so it isn’t anything to have done right now.

Who knows. Maybe I’ll point you to an eventual video. 🙂

If things go quickly, I could be going to a COT at the end of May. While that would be nice, I’m not holding my breath.

Z

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CO – Commissioned Officer. Only a Commissioned Officer can recruit another person to be a Commissioned Officer. But, they get an enlisted recruiter to put us through MEPs, and finish up some paper work. Oh, and the local recruiter gets NO CREDIT for doing all this work on your behalf!

ETT- “Effective Toilet Time” (TMI?) I first heard this used by @The_Koltrane on the Convert to Raid podcast. The idea is to use that 10-15 minutes of potty time to read up on raid information, or watch the lates youtube video about a boss fight.

It started out normal enough. The ogres were beginning to harass travelers. There was even a not-so-successful attack against Mok’Nathal Village.

The idea was to bloody their nose a little bit. They could give the Laughing Skull Clan a good wallop, and they would crawl back into their canyons leaving travelers alone.

At least, that was the plan.

Khesed could have figured out that things weren’t going to go well. He still couldn’t get his thoughts straight, even on the wyvern flight to Mok’Nathal Village.

He would try to center himself. He firmly believed in the “mind-no-mind” concept of battle. Working out of instinct and years of training. He often used the wyvern flights as a time to calm his mind, clear it of distractions, and ready himself for the battle.

Today was different.

He still smelled her. He still felt her. He still saw her in his mind’s eye.

Everytime he closed his eyes to meditate, he would see her eyes looking back at him.

They landed and imediately went into formation. His squad formed up behind him quickly. They were a part of a larger group, made up of five squads; twelve combatants per squad. Each squad made up of two healers, two heavily armored meat shields, with eight heavy damage dealers made up of mages, archers, and explosive melee types.

Khesed and Krum made up the meat shield contingent. Xexell, of course, loved to light people up from afar as a fire mage.

The larger contingent made its way down into the cavern, seeing the Ogre’s huts in the distance.

About five miles out, they broke into their squads, each focusing on a particular area to subdue. They were to take out most of the leaders they come across, which would end up quelling the Ogre’s attacks for a while.

Of course, that meant looking for the largest, ugliest, utterly disgusting Ogres they could find.

Khesed’s group was responsible for the southern portion, closest to the cave route leading to the Orebor Harborage.

They attacked as they usually did. They start with the “shock and awe,” of fire balls and explosive shots.

“Sneak attack” wasn’t their normal mode of operation.

On top of it, Khesed’s mind never got into the right place.

His reactions were just a second slower than usual. His normal prayers and spells, which usually flowed from his lips, came haltingly.

Halfway through the fight, with a giant Ogre looming overhead, Khesed found himself flat on his back with a huge club coming down towards his head.

All he could see was a single Draenei face, with a single sultry-quirky smile.

A huge blast of fire brought him out of it, rocking the Ogre back; its club falling away in splinters. He see’s Krum practically leap forward, as a bullet out of a rifle, shield first, slamming into the chest of the giant beast. He heard Xexell screaming, “Khesed!”

Khesed vaguely thinks to himself, “Xexell, she must have been where the fireball came from.”

He hears a grunt come from Krum, as he takes the Ogre’s head off at the shoulders with one massive swipe of his sword.

Coming to his senses, Khesed picks himself up. Faltering a bit, unsteady on his feet, Xexell comes quickly to his side. Sending off a magical bolt of ice past Khesed’s head, she takes him under his arm. Leaning upon her, they make their way to the back of the line.

Khesed never remembered very much of that battle in days to come. He took some brutal hits, and later found out that he had almost died if not for the healers on hand. The one thing he did remember was a face of a Draenei woman making its way in and out of his consciousness.

When Khesed came fully awake, he saw the huge form of Krum lying in a cot against a far wall of his room. Somehow, they had gotten him back to Shattrath City. Trying to sit up, a gasp escaped his lips. Khesed was sure that he had more than one busted rib. Krum turned over, noticing that Khesed was awake. Sitting up, “How are you doing, Khes? Feeling a bit better?”

Grimacing, Khesed said, “I’ve seen worse. You would think that the healers would have mended my ribs though.”

Krum smiled a bit, “They wanted to; but the Commander told them not to. He said something about lessons needing to be learned; and the best teacher being pain.”

“Well, aren’t I the lucky one then. The Commander being so worked up over my continuing education and all.” Khesed couldn’t help but smile at that. He knew good and well that the Commander only cared about battle readiness. If he thought you weren’t going to learn from something, he was just as quick to turn you into a cook than keep you in a battle division.

“At least he thinks I’m salvageable,” Khesed said has he gingerly poked at his bandaged ribs.

Krum looked at him, “Look Khes, I’m don’t know what’s going on. But, you need to take care of this. You were distracted out there. It almost killed you, and could have killed us as well.”

Giving Khesed a firm nod, “You need to figure out what you need to do concerning this Draenei woman. For your sake, and ours.”

Arising to leave, Krum looked back; “I’m your friend. I’m with you, no matter what happens. Just… Just, don’t be stupid. You damn Blood Elves get so caught up in yourselves. Don’t make me knock some sense into your pointy eared skull. Why you would prefer Spacegoat when there is beautiful, bountiful, wonderful Orc female flesh out there is beyond me!”

Smiling at his friend, Krum took his leave mumbling about needing something to eat.

He was right, Khesed knew it. He had to come to his senses concerning this Aldor maiden. Surely he wasn’t falling in love. Oh, by all the ancestors, NO! But, he had to admit that his inability to concentrate was overwhelming.

He needed to find her…at least one more time.

Trying to get up, he ended up falling back into the bed. The pain in his chest was just to great. He was too weak for his own healing abilities to take affect. Looked like it was going to be another day of resting before he could get back to the World’s End Tavern to possibly run into her.

Looking towards the far wall, he notices his reflection in a mirror.

“Falling in love with a Draenei, Khesed? Almost getting yourself killed? Any other great ideas, you dumb bastard?”

With that, he laid back down for some of that rest he so desperately needed.

The next morning she was gone with nary a word. To say they were both embarrassed would be an understatement. She was Aldor, he was Scryers. These sort of things just didn’t happen! She made her way out of the room, with but a glance in the direction of Khesed. Khesed could barely keep his eyes open, due to the headache he was experiencing. Be could barely get the cleansing prayer together in his mind; and when he was better…she was gone.
He didn’t even know her name!

To think, just a few years ago he would have been one of the Blood Knights hunting down the Draenei refugees that crash landed on Azeroth.

Khesed just shook his head as he left The World’s End Tavern.

On the way to the Scryer’s Tower, he ran into Krum. Krum was a giant of an orc; as one would imagine an orc warrior to be. But, he was also Khesed’s friend. Alongside of him was another of his comrade in arms, Xexell. She was one of the Blood Elves, as well as one of the Scryer’s mages, and regularly enjoyed harassing the young Lieutenant.

“Hey Krum,” Xexell said loudly as Khesed approached.

“Yes, Xexell,” he replied with a gleam in his eye.

Xexell, very loudly so everyone could hear said, “Don’t we have some regulation regarding bestiality and our officers? I thought only humans and gnomes enjoyed a nightly plate of spacegoat!”

Xexell and Krum literally fell into each other’s arms laughing as Khesed approached with his face turning a bright red.

“Don’t you have something better to be doing right now? We do have orders you know.” Khesed sounded terse, but a small smile began to creep into the edges of his frown.

“Come on you two, we need to get our things and head to the flight path. We leave for Blade’s Edge in two hours, which means the Commander wants to see us in one.”

Krum and Xexell fell in behind Khesed, laughing and making crude comments about having spacegoat tail for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

All Khesed could do was shake his head.

Krum and Xexell may have believed it was a disapproving shake of his head, but in actuality Khesed was trying to clear his thinking. He hated to admit it, but he couldn’t get the Draenei clothie out of his head. While much of it was lost in the fog of alcohol; he still remembered quite a bit.

He wasn’t that drunk.

Damned, if he hadn’t become smitten with the Aldor maiden.

He couldn’t seem to get her out of his head. Her smile was brilliant in his mind. Her eyes were all enveloping.

Her body… He began to turn red all over again, remembering every bump and curve. He had ran his fingers lightly over every part of her as they slowly made love. He could still see her, still taste her, still smell her.

Ok, so I mentioned the 500 Words thingy. Feel free to click on the pic in the upper right hand corner.

What am I doing?

I want to write 500 words a day for the month of January. I want some consistent writing (on my part) to be done. I feel that I work better in the midst of a “challenge/goal” than me just saying: “I’m gonna write moar this year, YO!”

There goes the white, middle aged, male trying to be hip again!

So, I’m going to be writing 500+ words every day. Which will be around 3500+ words a week.

This does not mean that I’m promising to post every day. Or instance, I’ve written over 1700 words over the last three days, but not for the blog.

It was work related.

If the future holds true to form, it will probably mean WoW related writing at least for Monday and Tuesday. So, I’m thinking there will probably posts up for those days.

That’s about as clear as mud, right?!

Yeah, thought so.

Also, I’m writing this on my smart phone/WP app. Who knows what it’s going to look like when I hit “post.”

That being said, we shall not leave Khesed and his un-named companion to drift. Their story of happenstance, pain and ultimate relief will continue soon.

Until then, give someone next to you a hug. And be sure to duck if they are total strangers!